Danielle's POV
The darkness closed in around me, an unwelcome shroud that enveloped my senses as I struggled against Damian's unyielding grip. His eyes glowed with an eerie red intensity, an unsettling contrast to the moonlit night that had taken a sinister turn. Dahlia, his sister, stood nearby, a stoic figure whose intentions remained obscured in the shadows.
"Why are you doing this?" I gasped, the words escaping between clenched teeth as I fought against the hold they had on me. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, and fear clawed at the edges of my consciousness.
Dahlia, her voice carrying a haunting melody, responded, "You're a key, Danielle. A conduit to power beyond your wildest dreams. The Talon Pack's prophecy is a mere whisper compared to the destiny that awaits you."
